Blaine peeled his eyes off the road ahead of him at the sound of chirping beside of him, a high pitched noise that rang in his ears. Turning away from the empty road, Blaine managed a small smile at Kurt, who was singing a pretty melody. Blaine had never heard anything so lovely, even though he couldnt understand what Kurt was saying. Listening to the soft song, Blaine kept glancing back and forth between the road and Kurt, not wanting to take his eyes off of his lips, his pink tongue flicking across them with each note.

When Kurt quieted and looked down at Blaines hand, wiggling his fingers, Blaine curled them around his palm and gently squeezed. Kurts mouth became very round with surprise, his eyes lifting to Blaines face. Kurts warm, blue eyes met Blaines cold, golden eyes. Blaine uncomfortably cleared his throat because he couldnt get over how gorgeous Kurt really was. "I think you have a beautiful voice." He muttered lowly, alarmed by how breathy his voice was.

The sweetest smile curved Kurts lips, and to Blaines shock, he lifted Blaines hand to his face. Blaine kept his fingers limp, but he couldnt help the slight shake to them as Kurt peeked above his palm, obviously waiting for his approval. He couldnt make a noise, but he gasped when Kurt puckered his lips and kissed his palm. His entire hand tingled, his body on fire from that little peck. Hed been kissed before-girls had stuck their tongues down his throat-but hed never felt so weak before.

Kurt laid his hand in his lap, still tickling his fingers and stroking his knuckles, and he cooed, "Thank you for being so kind to me, Blaine." Shyly smiling behind his fingertips, Kurt blushed and hid his face, "Blaine? Are we best friends? I would like you to be. You make me smile."

Taking a deep breath, Blaine turned back to the road because he couldnt look at Kurt right now or else hed faint. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he couldnt get a deep breath because Kurts flowery perfume was choking him and making him dizzy. He pulled onto their road before he said anything. Dropping his chin, he mumbled, "Yeah... youre my best friend."

Wrapping his little fingers around Blaines palm, Kurt pressed his hand to his stomach, and Blaine had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making an embarrassing sound. Before he did something hed regret, he took his hand away from Kurt and grabbed his knee. He just had to keep his hands off of him or else hed do something stupid. Almost bent over and gasping, Blaine managed to turn the car into Kurts driveway.

The car came to a jerky stop, almost making Blaine sick, and he was relieved to throw his door open and get a breath of fresh air. Leaning against the door and inhaling sharply, Blaine felt Kurts hand stroke his back, his gentle touch and alluring fragrance all over him again. "Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asked, laying his tiny hands on Blaines shoulders.

Blaines skin got hot wherever Kurt ran his fingertips, and he wasnt sure if he wanted to escape Kurt or stay in his arms because hed never smelled anything as good as Kurt. Chomping on his bottom lip when Kurt slipped his fingertips under his chin and brought his head up, he coughed, "Im fine." He tried to get control of himself, but as Kurt kept stroking his face, he felt himself melting. "Can I sit down?"

"Let me find a comfy place for you to sit." He touched Blaines arm and moved it around his waist, which didnt help because Blaine groaned when their sides brushed. "Shh... youll feel better when you get a bite to eat and rest for a few minutes. Im so sorry if you had a hard day because of me. I dont mean to be any trouble."

Shaking his head, Blaine walked with Kurt to the door, which he pushed open. It was cool inside the house, and Blaine turned his head away from Kurt and sucked in a breath. There were hints of Kurt hanging in the air, so Blaine still couldnt get rid of the dryness in his throat. Following Kurt over to a couch, Blaine threw himself down and stared up at Kurt, who was bent over him and straightening his wrinkled jacket.

He reached up for Blaines hair and pushed it off his forehead, smoothing his wild curls. Letting the locks wrap around his fingers, Kurt reluctantly pulled his hand away, as if he wanted to hold onto Blaine. "Ill be back in a minute with a glass of warm milk. It does wonders for a sore throat."

Leaning back on the cushion when Kurt turned away, Blaine lowered his eyes to his swishing hips, still stunned at himself for wanting to keep his eyes on Kurt until he disappeared into the kitchen. He didnt know what was wrong with him, if he really was ill, but he didnt feel like he had to throw up. Closing his eyes, Blaine listened to Kurt moving around in the kitchen, a cabinet opening and shutting. Even though hed had such a woozy reaction to him before, he wanted Kurt to come back in and wrap his arms around him.

He had to wait a few minutes before the kitchen doors opened again, and he peeled his lids apart. Kurt appeared between two drooped lids, holding two glasses of milk in his hands. Plopping beside of Blaine, Kurt held a glass out, and Blaine took it from him. "Warm milk is so yummy." He told Blaine, sipping the steaming milk and licking his lips. "Whenever I had a bad day, my mom would always make me a glass of warm milk and hold me on her knee."

Blaine drank from the edge of his glass, looking at Kurt over the top of it. It was thick on Blaines tongue, and very sweet, which helped him relax. Staring at Kurt and worrying that he might push him away, he leaned a little closer, needing to be held like how Kurts mom used to hold him. He rested his head on Kurts shoulder, and to his relief, Kurts hand lifted to his head. He pressed him closer and ran his fingers over Blaines sore skin, soothing his throbbing headache.

He never wanted Kurt to let him go, wanted him to give him all the affection that Karofsky never had. He could feel himself breaking against Kurt, collapsing into the vulnerable wreck he really knew he was. Sliding his arms around Kurt, he held him just as tightly, so close that they could have counted as one person. "Youre okay." Kurt whispered in his ear, and he wished he would kiss him again. "Shh... its okay, Blaine. Ill keep you safe." Kurt didnt even know the violence that Blaine would have to go back to tomorrow, but Blaine felt like he would protect him, anyway, even from Karofsky, a monster. Nothing could hurt him when he was in Kurts arms.

Blaine didnt know if hed ever blacked out, but the next time he lifted his head he was groggy and confused. He cracked his lids and stared up at Kurt, who was curled up on his chest and sleeping. Still dazed, he blinked his eyes and smacked his lips, trying to figure out how long hed been asleep. He jerked at the sound of ringing, making Kurt squeak and tighten his little ball. Shifting just a little, Blaine tried to figure out what was making that blaring noise, and he noticed the phone going off.

He stretched his arm out and tried to stay still, not wanting to startle Kurt, and he pulled the phone closer to himself. He thought about turning it off, but he saw that it was from the hospital, so he held it up to his ear and muttered, "Hello?"

Kurts tiny body stirred, even though Blaine had tried to be quiet, and he opened two blue eyes. Rubbing Kurts small back, Blaine listened to a woman on the other end of the line, "Is this the Hummel household?"

"Yes." Blaine slowly sat up, hooking an arm around Kurt so he didnt fall off his lap. Kurt grabbed handfuls of his shirt, his eyes wide as he peered up at him, trying to understand what Blaine was talking about. "Is this about Burt Hummel?" Kurts fingers tightened at the sound of his dads name, and Blaine glanced down at his furrowed face.

"Mr. Hummel has woken up." The woman-Blaine thought it might have been a nurse-told him, "We kept him a few extra hours just to make sure everything was working, but you can come pick him up."

Blaines mouth opened, and then he closed it. Feeling Kurt pat his chest, Blaine looked down at his anxious face. He tightened his arm around Kurt, "Okay... uh... thank you. Ill drive his son over soon to pick him up." Closing the phone, he didnt have a second to say anything to Kurt before he hopped off of his lap.

"My dad will be okay?" Kurt covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes as wide as saucers, "Oh, Blaine, this is wonderful news! I should go over there now! It will be so good to have him home. I was so worried." Suddenly whirling back around, he sat down on the couch again, "Oh, but I havent seen my dad in so very long. What if he doesnt like me? He always did want a football player who worked on cars with him."

"Kurt, how could you say that?" It sounded like Kurt was talking to himself more than he was to Blaine, but Blaine couldnt stand to hear Kurt talking like that. Pulling Kurt against his chest, he rubbed his shoulders and muttered, "I think youre amazing no matter what you do." As soon as he said it, he wondered where the fuck it had come from because he didnt say things like that, especially not to other boys. Scooting across the couch to put distance between the two of them, he yanked his hands off of Kurt, "Uh... do you want me to drive you over there?"

Kurt, who had been fussing and wriggling with worry, looked at him with huge eyes, "Would you? Oh, that would be wonderful. Let me get my shawl. Ill be ready in just a moment." He stepped toward the coat hanger to get the blue shawl hanging from one of the pegs, but he spun around again and bent over Blaine. "Thank you, Blaine... for everything. Youve been much more help than I could have asked for."

He puckered his lips and laid his lashes on his cheeks, and Blaine started to shift his weight, stretching his neck to reach Kurts mouth. But before their lips could touch, Kurts eyes popped open again and he took a step back. He was nothing but surprised, his hand flying up to his mouth, as if hed expected Blaine to shove him back instead of moving closer. Shying away from Blaine, Kurt hurried off to collect his shoes and shawl, leaving Blaine hungering for more that he was starting to doubt he would ever taste.

Blaine was shocked at himself for leaning towards his kiss, but in a strange way he wanted it so badly. He wanted to know if Kurt was as soft as he looked, if his lips would part for Blaine and let him in, if he would whimper when Blaine stroked a sweet spot with his tongue. He felt crazy for thinking of those things, but maybe he was. He didnt care anymore. He just wanted to kiss those perfect lips.

Kurt returned to Blaine after a few minutes, a pair of flats covering his little toes and his body wrapped in a shawl. Getting to his feet, Blaine stopped by Kurt and brushed a wrinkle from his shawl, hearing his quiet thanks. He led Kurt over to the door and took him out to the car, where he opened his door. The ride to the hospital was almost silent, both of them keeping to their own sides of the car. Blaine was sure Kurts mind was mostly on his dad, but he couldnt keep his thoughts off of how badly he wanted to kiss Kurt, even when he wasnt sure why. Before he met Kurt, his stomach would have churned had a boy tried to kiss him, but now all he wanted was to hold Kurts petite body against his chest.

Sighing heavily, Blaine distracted himself by counting the minutes until they got to the hospital, where Kurt would speak to his dad and they wouldnt have to focus on each other. He turned his body away from Kurt, but he dared a glance over his shoulder, finding him staring at his lap with sad eyes. He was pulling at a stitch in his shawl, unraveling the knot. "Kurt." Blaine said lowly, hating himself for saying anything because Kurt looked up at him. Those blue eyes shined with tears, and Blaine almost killed himself because all he wanted to do was tug Kurt closer and kiss those tears away.

Kurt wiped his tears away, "Im so sorry. Its just... so much for me to take in all at once. Ive been so fretful about my dad." He managed a sorrowful smile, "I cry so easily, dont I?"

Blaine didnt mind at all, but he didnt tell Kurt that. Glancing back at the road, he turned the car and stopped it in the hospital parking lot. It didnt take long to find a parking space, and then he turned off the car and walked around to the passenger side. Opening Kurts door, he leaned over and unstrapped him. He slid his hands under Kurts arms, lifting him out of the car and setting him down on wobbly feet. Kurt clung to him for balance, and he held him against his chest. "Ive got you." He told him, guiding him through the sliding doors. He stopped by the desk to ask what room to go to, then took Kurt over to the elevators.

After what felt like hours, the elevator stopped at the third floor, and both of them stepped out. To Blaines relief, the hallway was empty, just a few beeping machines scattered here and there. He slid his fingers through Kurts and walked over to the right room, lifting his hand to knock. Kurt perked up at the sound of a rough cough, and he pushed the door open. "Dad?" He said softly, poking his nose around the corner to see a hospital bed.

A bald man was lying in the middle of it, blankets tangled around his legs. He coughed again and slowly lifted his head, so Kurt hurried over to him and sat down on the edge. He fluffed the mans pillow to give him a little more support. After the mans head was up and not lolling from side to side, he grinned at Kurt, reaching up to his cheek. "I know that smile anywhere." He said in a guttural voice, a startling sound compared to Kurts high pitched giggle. "Come on, give me a hug."

Kurt leaned down to hug his dad, draping himself across his chest and squeezing him. "Oh, Dad, Ive missed you so much." He cooed, sniffling because his voice was shaky with tears. "I was so worried about you... but youre all better now. Youre coming home and Ill take the best care of you." Nipping his bottom lip, he peeked over at Blaine, who had pinned himself against a wall. "Blaine and I will."

"Blaine?" Burts eyebrows raised, and he struggled to turn his head so he could see Blaine. Kurts dad looked nothing like him, except for those blue eyes. "Is he your boyfriend?" He paused to cough again, but he didnt look any less threatening. "As soon as Im strong enough, Ill get my shotgun."

Laughing again, Kurt pressed his fingertips to his lips, "Oh, Dad, no. Hes just a very good friend. Im so happy you still have your sense of humor, but you need your rest. Ill get a nurse, but you close your eyes and try to snooze."

"Dont tell me that!" Burt argued, his lips curling. "Ive been doing nothing but resting for the past week. I havent seen you in years. I want to talk to my one and only son."

Kurt gave his dad a sympathetic smile, and he bent to kiss his forehead, "Ill be home for a year, Dad. Well have plenty of time to chat over tea. You must sleep now." Pulling the blankets up to his dads shoulders, Kurt pressed his fingertips to his lips, then touched Burts cheek. "Ill be back in a moment." He slid off the bed and walked over to Blaine, who peeled off the wall, ready to do whatever Kurt needed him to do. "Blaine, thank you for coming with me. Youre just what I needed."

"It wasnt a problem." Blaine insisted, his eyes flicking from Kurt to his dad, who was dozing off again. "Ill stay with you tonight... if thats what you need. Ill help take care of him."

"That would be so nice of you." Kurt sighed as if Blaine had just relieved him of all of his concerns, then he turned when a young man walked into the room with a wheelchair. "Oh, thank you for bringing that in!"

"Let me know if you have any problems taking him down to the car." The man said, holding up a bag of medications and reading over the label on it one last time. "Alright, so one pill in the morning and one at night. Call us if anything at all happens." Giving the bag to Kurt, he nodded at him, "Hes looking pretty good, Mr. Hummel. I think hell do fine."

Kurt smiled at the man, his eyes becoming wet again, "Thats so good to hear. Im so glad you took the best care of him." When the man left again, Kurt padded over to his dad and patted his shoulder, "Dad, its time to go. Well be home soon."

Blaine walked over to Kurt and leaned down to help his dad out of the bed, listening to his grumbles that he was too tired to move. They got him into the chair, and Blaine wheeled him down to the car. The walk didnt take nearly as long now that he wasnt alone with Kurt and didnt have to fight himself on pressing Kurt to the wall of the elevator. Pushing Burt through the parking lot, Blaine felt Kurt slip away from his side and scurry ahead of them to open the back door.

Reaching Kurt, Blaine grabbed onto Burts thick arms and struggled to lift him, putting him down on the seat. After Blaine stuck the wheelchair into the back of the car, he went around to the front and sat down beside of Kurt, who was brushing invisible dust off of his dad. He took care of him for most of the car ride, which gave Blaine a few minutes to himself, just to clear his head that was filled with only thoughts of Kurt.

When he pulled into Kurts driveway, he stopped the car and twisted around to face Burt, who was snoring so loudly that it almost deafened him. Kurt scooted off of his seat, so Blaine followed him out of the car and picked up the wheelchair, pushing it over to the back door. He helped Burt out again and set him in the chair, and Kurt reached down to touch his dads arm when he jerked awake with a snort. "Its okay, Dad. Youre home now."

Blaine moved the chair into the house, looking at Kurt so he could tell him where to take Burt. Padding over to a hallway, Kurt checked to make sure Blaine was following him. He rolled the chair down the hallway, staying on Kurts heels, then he turned it into a bedroom. Kurt patted his dads arms and held his hands out, "Dad, you can rest against me. Come now, your bed is just an inch away."

Burt slowly lifted himself from the chair, putting his weight on Kurt, who hobbled over to the bed with him. He laid his dad on the blankets, then he reached down and slid them out from under him. Smoothing the blankets over Burts chest, Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed, "Close your eyes, Dad. You can sleep now. When you wake up, Ill have breakfast heating up for you."

Dropping his chin to his chest, Burt stretched his neck for a kiss, and Kurt pressed his lips to his forehead. "Rest well, Dad." He said very softly, staying with his dad for a few more minutes, looking out for him as his eyes closed and his head sunk into the pillow. He finally moved off the bed when Burt started snoring, his mouth falling open, and he spun toward Blaine. Whispering so he didnt wake his dad, he tiptoed over to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Thank you so much. Im very grateful, Blaine. Youve done so much for me. You wouldnt have to stay with me tonight... if you dont want to. Im sure hell be fine for the night."

"Its okay, Kurt." Blaine usually would have left and gone home because he hated staying at Karofskys house. He could never fall asleep because Karofsky would roll closer to him and drool on his shoulder or gurgle in his ear, and when he was awake he would stare at Blaine, his eyes following his every movement until he was very uncomfortable. But he wanted to stay with Kurt for some reason, be with him while he slept, instead of just imagining him curled up and holding onto his pillow. "I want to be with you."

Kurt gasped with surprise, and he lowered his head to Blaines chest, avoiding his eyes. Before Blaine could say anything to fix his last statement and assure Kurt that he was staying over for his dad, not for him, his stomach noisily growled. Kurts eyes widened at the sound, "Oh, dear! I forgot to make dinner for you! Im so sorry! You must be so hungry."

Even though his stomach clenched again, he wanted to convince Kurt that he hadnt done anything wrong. "Kurt... Im fine. The hospital called... I didnt mind not eating for an hour or two."

Blinking at Blaine as if he was confused by something hed said, he pressed his lips together, "Thank you for being so understanding, Blaine. I shouldnt have fallen asleep earlier. Its just... Ive been so tired and-"

Blaine shook his head, "I dont blame you, Kurt. You dont have to be sorry." When Kurts concerned expression changed into one of ease, Blaine put his hand on Kurts lower back. "Can I help you cook?"

Kurt and Blaine walked into the kitchen together, their sides brushing and Kurts shirt slipping under his palm. Lifting onto his toes, Kurt opened a cabinet and pushed a few cans aside. "Would you like a bowl of potato soup?" He wrapped his fingers around the can, then he pulled a pot from another cabinet. "I think that sounds yummy. It will soothe an upset belly."

Blaine grabbed the pot and held it under the faucet of the sink, filling it with warm water. Flipping on the stove, he cracked open the can and poured the soup into the pot. The water started boiling a minute later, so he stirred the soup until it melted. Sighing because Blaine was giving him a few moments to relax, Kurt leaned against the counter and closed his eyes. "I could take a nap right now and wake up tomorrow."

Lifting his head from the bubbling soup, Blaine gave Kurt a small smile. He reached out for him and wrapped his hand around his nape, tugging him down to his shoulder. "Lay your head on me, sweetheart. I dont mind."

Kurts eyes suddenly popped open, and Blaine wondered what he had done wrong, if hed pulled him too close to his body. He thought over anything hed said or done, and he quietly swore when he realized the endearment that had slipped out without his awareness. Turning red with embarrassment, Blaine jerked away from Kurt, and the two of them became silent again. Blaines jaw clenched because it was so tense now, but he wouldnt glance up at Kurt and try to make things better again. He didnt want to see his startled expression.

He pulled the soup off the stove when it started steaming, and he spooned a few bites into two bowls. Handing Kurt his without glimpsing at him, he sat down at the table in the middle of the room and stuck a spoon into his mouth. The soup burned his tongue, but he would do anything to not have to speak to Kurt. Kurt hesitantly lowered into the chair on the other side of the table, his lip caught between his teeth.

He sipped his soup very slowly, savoring the warm flavors. Closing his eyes, he made a soft sound of pleasure, but he didnt express his like of the soup to Blaine. They finished eating after a few minutes, and Blaine got up and walked over to the sink. He put his bowl down and kept standing there, unwilling to turn around to face Kurt. Hearing Kurt scoot his chair out, Blaine tightened his hands on the edge of the counter. He hardened every muscle in his body when he felt Kurt touch his shoulders. "Do you have any pajamas?"

Blaine mashed his lips together, his lashes lowering and then lifting again, "No. Can I sleep in my underwear?" His voice was weak as the words came out of his mouth, his question making the uneasiness between them so much harder for him to deal with.

"Okay." Kurt peeped, taking a step away from Blaine. "You can come downstairs with me." Reaching for Blaines hand, Kurt held onto his palm and pulled him toward him. "We can sleep in my bedroom. You wont mind, will you?"

Blaine followed on Kurts heels, going over to a staircase with him. Walking down the stairs, Blaine stopped at the end of them and flicked his eyes around the little room. It was very warm and smelled just like Kurt, his flowery perfume floating around the air. The colors were very pale, and the off-white carpet under his feet was soft. Walking deeper into the room, he glanced around and paused on the bed, which wasnt very wide, but looked very plump.

He turned to Kurt, who was bent over one of his drawers and flipping some straps aside. Blinking at what he had in his hands, Blaine took a step closer to him, and Kurt put the pieces of cloth down. "Oh..." He gave Blaine an apologetic look, his lips pursing until they were white. "I... I-"

"I dont care..." He reached up to his throat, swallowing so thickly that he felt a lump move under his hand. "I dont care... if you wear dresses. Its okay." Turning away to hide his red face, he reached for the bottom of his shirt and he yanked it over his head, revealing his naked chest.

Pinching his zipper between two fingers, Blaine jerked it down, and he shoved his pants down his thighs. His boxers were loose and hung over his skin, hiding everything he was insecure about. He turned around to face Kurt, finding him with a white nightgown in front of him, his fingers squeezing the thin fabric. He was watching Blaine with huge eyes, his cheeks pink, but he quickly looked down when Blaine met his gaze. "Ill be back in a moment. Please, sit down."

Swishing away from Blaine before any more words could be said, he opened another door and closed it behind himself. He did what hed been told and sat down on the edge of the bed, sinking in to the fuzzy blankets. Digging his fingers into his thighs, he listened for Kurt and heard the sink turn on, followed by bristles brushing teeth. He shifted his weight and put his elbows on his knees, resting his head on his knuckles.

He squeezed his eyes shut, but jerked up at the sound of the bathroom door pushing open. Kurt appeared in the doorway, his hands behind his back as he tied the little bow. Finally seeing Kurts dress up close, he felt his jaw drop because hed never seen anything so beautiful. He stared at Kurts long legs, the dip of his stomach, and his thin arms, the dress hugging his pale skin. "Kurt, youre beautiful." He couldnt stop himself from saying it, the words falling out of his mouth before he could stop them because he was straight, not gay. But Kurt gave him the gentlest smile and he stopped caring about what Karofsky would do to him if he found out.

"Thats very sweet of you." Kurt squeaked, his fingers curling into his dress. He snatched up small handfuls of it, uncomfortably wriggling under Blaines unblinking stare. "May I lay down beside of you?" Waddling over to the bed, Kurt gasped when Blaine held his arms out and wrapped them around him. He pulled him beside of him and tucked him under the blankets, then he rolled over and yanked the blankets up to his waist.

Blaine dropped his head to the pillow and kept a little distance between them, their bodies not touching. His body was twisted so he was halfway on his back, not facing Kurt. They didnt speak for what felt like a long time, but Blaine finally moved when Kurt wiggled closer to him, tucking his head under his chin. His breath was warm on Blaines neck, and his little hand brushed Blaines stomach. Putting his hand on Kurts back, he stroked tiny circles with his thumb.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his hand tightening on Blaines chest. "Im sleepy. Can you sing me a lullaby? I want to listen to your voice as I fall asleep... I think your voice is lovely." Batting his lashes before laying them on his cheeks, Kurt hummed to himself as if to try to lull himself.

Blaines brows raised, "A lullaby? I cant sing." Smoothing Kurts hair off his forehead, Blaine ran his fingers through the blond locks, loving the ticklish feeling of them falling against his palm. When Kurt didnt say anything but kept humming, Blaine forced himself to open his mouth and make a low noise. "Lifes too short to even care at all..." He mumbled from deep in his throat, his voice quiet and tired. "One more spoon of cough syrup."

He didnt sing for long, but his gruff muttering must have been enough for Kurt because he quietly yawned, his body becoming very limp in Blaines arms. "Your voice makes my heart race." He peeped so softly, and he lifted his head. He was very sleepy, his lids drooping and his mouth quivering. He squirmed a little closer to Blaine and puckered his lips, "Can you please kiss me goodnight?"

Blaines entire body became as still as a statue, not a finger able to twitch. Taking a deep breath, Blaine closed his eyes and thought about all of the horrible things Karofsky would do to him if he found out about Kurt and Blaine. If he had been so upset with Blaine to stab him over something that Blaine had thought was nothing, he didnt want to imagine what he would do if he saw Kurt and Blaine laying in bed together, about to kiss. But Blaine suddenly shoved Karofsky out of his head, and he closed his eyes.

Cupping Kurts cheeks in his hands, he stretched his neck and tilted his head. The tips of their noses bumped, and Kurt made a soft sound as their lips brushed. The touch was so soft that Blaine almost didnt feel it, but he was suddenly weak, his entire body overwhelmed by electricity. He parted his lips, making Kurts open with his, and he slid his hands down to Kurts bottom. Blaine wasnt sure how long they kissed, their lips flirting with each others but never closing the distance. He treasured every second that Kurt gasped into his mouth, their lashes tangling with every bat.

"Oh, Blaine..." Kurt cooed, tangling his fingers in Blaines curls and stroking. Blaine never wanted to let him go, but he couldnt escape Karofsky forever. But Kurt would keep him safe.